Word: clay
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Andrew Dice Clay's mouth. A few years ago, Clay was playing small clubs and working as a supporting actor. Now he is poised between stand-up and stardom. He is top-lining in two summer movies, one a comedy concert film, the other a detective spoof called The Adventures of Ford Fairlane. With his suave prole looks and his studded, studied cock-of-the-Brooklyn-walk demeanor, Clay wears the aura of danger that Hollywood wants in a movie star. So maybe he'll be one. That still leaves doubts about his popular appeal...
...Clay's comedy, woman is only a sexual convenience, a sentimental slag, a "dishrag hoo-er." For him, all romantic encounters hover between mechanical sex and date rape. "So I say to the bitch, 'Lose the bra -- or I'll cut ya.' Is that a wrong attitude?" The obvious answer is yes. Nearly everything he says is wildly heinous. Clay knows this, and so do his fans; their laughter is a release at hearing forbidden thoughts twisted into jokes. Says Leonard R.N. Ashley, an English professor at Brooklyn College: "Because the seven dirty words are in now common usage, there...
...Clay spills his latest secrets on a double comedy album, The Day the Laughter Died, which, the warning label advises us, "contains filthy language and no jokes!!!" Talk about truth in advertising: in 100 minutes of banter there are not half a dozen good dirty jokes. Yet some of the loudest laughter comes from women. Good sports at their own immolation, they giggle and groan along with their beaux. Perhaps proving they are tough is as important to them as it is to men. Others have found the spectacle less edifying. One woman at Madison Square Garden listened to Clay...
Lenny Bruce's triumph was posthumous, and maybe Pyrrhic: because of him, Andrew Dice Clay can make millions reciting dirty nursery rhymes in public. Clay and the other new raunch artists, most of them, are only incidentally subversive. They don't believe for a moment, most of them, what they're saying. Metal musicians are no serious Satanists; their concerts are just theater pieces -- Cats with a nasty yowl. Clay is not the pathetic strutting stud he seems onstage; that's just a character. (Was Jack Benny really stingy? Is Pee-wee Herman really a goony child?) Bruce said what...
...Because of freedom of expression, comics and musicians can now be as nasty as they wanna be. And nasty is the word. In the erotic masterpieces of literature, sex was an expression of pleasure, and often of love, between equals. Today's sex talk, from Kinison and Clay and the 2 Live Crew, is almost exclusively from the male-pig viewpoint. A woman's role, their line goes, is only to serve and service...